Children at risk, like this boy, need it even more but they're usually the last to get it.Children at risk, like this boy, need it even more but they're usually the last to get it." I stood up, deciding that this was a good time to leave. "Well Doctor Webster, I'd like to thank you. I just wanted to make sure that the boy was in good hands. " The doctor came closer to me so that he stood only a few feet away. "I'm sure the boy appreciates the trouble that you've gone to. He's been asking about you for the last hour. He wasn't at all happy with you outside the surgery. The boy's had a rough time and it'll get even worse when he's told what has happened to him." "I'm sorry doctor. There really isn't much I can do. I'll leave my name with the receptionist and an address where I can be contacted if you need it for the police. I'm already about an hour late for a meeting." I turned and started walking to the door. "Would you mind, just a few more minutes? I know the boy would like to see you before you leave." I looked around. I could picture the little boy as he sat in the seat of my car, his hand clasped over his mouth as the sweat poured from his face. I breathed out. I knew that the boy had been in terrible pain and that his life, in one very important way, probably had been destroyed. The least I could do was go and say good-bye. |